Dialect of Faith

It’s the birth of a child, hidden from them,
Hiding from the all, the northern star high
The 2 protect us all from certain,
Here comes the child made of cold
Troubles and the 7 sins
Holy savior,, from his mother’s,
Giving us a the time to speak
And then making shallow waters we wonder
With the dialect of faith,
We faced the many faces that our prison holds
Crystals from our youth carved out from our bones
Minutes from our, thorn of incompleting for the nature of our kind X 2
Crawl down from, from your mountain
Let us hear your, be,
Choose your nation, now it’s, comes
Choose your nation, there will,
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.